The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 340 Don't Think About It

There was a thin layer of water mist in the mountains, and the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses living at the foot of the mountain did not dare to light a fire, they could only get together to keep warm with their bodies. Blow air to bring out the fire, and just put your hands on it to barely feel a little warmth.

Soon, the tall, thin, cold-faced personal guard came over and handed him a piece of bacon.

"After several fights, from victory to being kicked out like a dog, how do you feel?"

Geng Nian raised his face, then lowered it again, tore off a small piece of meat and ate it into his mouth, watching the little sparks in the dead leaves and dead branches and remained silent.

Jiuyu wiped off the oily stains on his hands and left them next to him, showing a rare smile.

"Our family is not throwing cold water on you. You came out of Chang'an with great ambitions, why don't you talk now? When you were in the mansion, your father asked me to take care of you, and our family naturally took care of it. It's a pity that he had a son he expected and didn't Not without the toughness imagined."

On the side, Geng Nian tightened his hands, holding the bacon for a while, before saying, "It's just that I'm not used to it."

"The battlefield has never been a game, nor is anyone who has justice in his heart sure to win. This is why your father is not so willing to lead the army. There will be too many people dying in front of him, which will disturb his heart. It’s easy to be hesitant about what to do next.”

Jiuyu smiled, and continued: "Your father often said that what you can't see is what you see. When he can't see these things, he doesn't feel so sad, and when he does things, he naturally doesn't procrastinate."

The young man blinked, looked at the relaxed eunuch in front of him, looked hesitant, then nodded hesitantly, expressing his understanding.

He put a dead branch into the spark, "Then what should we do next? Can we win?"

The hem of the robe shone by the faint light swayed slightly.

Jiuyu raised his eyes and looked at the figures of soldiers squatting or sitting around him. He whispered:
"This is what the leader should think about, maybe... there should be a way."

The voice floated softly, and the figures of the soldiers resting on the spot stretched out from the edge of the mountain forest. On the high rock, Li Siyuan sat on it with a steel knife, looking at the torches that light up outside the mountain from time to time, thinking about something.Under the rock, Shi Jingtang was holding the weapon, already making a loud sound.

After dawn, the turning and hunting started again. As the Shu army, which was accustomed to fighting in the mountains, continued to tighten the encirclement, the scope of action of this Yong army of more than 3 people became smaller and smaller.

The mountains and plains were undulating, and the eighth confrontation continued fiercely in the northwest direction. As the advancing Shu army narrowed its range, the density of mutual reinforcements became faster and faster. run.

Li Siyuan tore a piece of white flour pancake, sat on a large bluestone, and looked at the soldiers and horses of Shu who were constantly gathering in the distance. By the time he arrived, almost all the Shu troops had already arrived, or were on their way.

Faintly, he also saw the emperor's canopy, the old man's pear flower robe and bright armor on horseback, and the cloak fluttering on his back, as if returning to his youthful demeanor.

The Yong army at the foot of Quezui Ridge was blocked, Wang Jian had a smile on his face, and his heart was surging.

"A group of children can't even survive half a month under my hands."

Since the establishment of the Kingdom of Shu and becoming the emperor, he has seldom participated in battles. He was also one of the commanders of the Shence Army back then. Step by step into desperation, drinking wine and laughing heartily, this is what a man should do!

The sky was gloomy, and a cold wind blew across the front of the two armies.

Sitting on the big bluestone, Li Siyuan folded his hands and propped his chin. Looking at the Shu army that had assembled and began to press forward step by step, as well as the moving canopy, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Gathering behind him, in front of the tense formation of the Yong Army, the gunners of the Firearms Battalion are doing reloading, and then cover behind the shield pawns, and behind him, on the winding mountain forest, overlooking the cliff below, there is a heavy and slow movement. scroll over.

Several black lacquered pipes were adjusted and aimed at the slowly moving army formation outside the mountain, as well as the eye-catching dragon embroidered canopy.

The man named Zhao Biao spat, put his thumbs close to the muzzle, and whispered something to the soldier next to him, then he raised his hand and pressed it down!

almost simultaneously.

The array of the Shu army slowly advancing, Wang Zongyao, Wang Zongwan, and Wang Zongkui stayed in their respective central troops, smiling and joking with the hopeless Yongjun and his confidantes. They saw this scene three years ago when they fought against the Dachanghe Kingdom. The scene when the opponent was forced to fall into the Dadu River was so similar.

"After this battle, the King Yong of Chang'an is afraid that his muscles will be broken, so he dare not underestimate me, a man from Shu."

Of course, it is inevitable to say a few good things about the emperor.

".This battle depends entirely on His Majesty's strategy. It has been a long time since His Majesty has been so heroic."

The three of them spoke in unison, and then, like an auditory hallucination, the sound of thunder resounded above their heads, and the three generals looked at the canopy.

The next moment, several black shadows crossed the eyes of the three and fell down.

In less than two breaths, there was a loud bang, and the terrifying flames filled the eyes, instantly submerging the canopy and the chariot.

Wang Zongyao, Wang Zongwan, Wang Zongkui: "."

"His Majesty--"

The huge explosion and the canopy engulfed by the flames immediately caused the screams of countless people, and tens of thousands of people panicked in an instant.

"It's our turn!"

Almost at the same time, on the big bluestone at the foot of the mountain, Li Siyuan lifted the blade, turned his head to look at Shi Jingtang and the army formation stretching behind him, then jumped off the rock, got on his horse, and rushed forward without looking back.

"Kill—" he hissed.

"kill!"

More than 3 people shouted in unison, kicking their feet out and following closely behind. Geng Nian also screamed in the crowd with a knife in hand, mixed with one after another figure, and swept past like a raging wave——

—Cut everything!
At the end of December, the New Year is approaching, and the bustling Chang'an has lifted the curfew.

In the night, the long street is decorated with lights and festoons, street vendors are yelling to attract customers, brothels play their pipas and sing a joyful song.

In the palace, people come and go, officials big and small in the city come to the door with gifts, and hand in hand with the stewards of the mansion to congratulate the new year.

Geng Qing threw away the seriousness of the past, and specially changed into the robe Qiaoniang tailored for him, and chatted with the senior officials from both military and political sides in the hall quite happily.

The tricks invited from the famous brothels in the city are playing, and the crisp and melodious tunes are like flowing water bathing in the ears.

At this time, outside the door, a fast horse came from the long street, it was the cavalry of the post station outside, and a letter was delivered to the hall without any hindrance.

Dou Wei's face was a bit ugly, he handed over the letter, and said softly: "Master's family is from Sichuan."

In the first place, Geng Qing unfolded the letter and glanced briefly. The face that was still smiling suddenly sank, but then smiled again, and asked Dou Wei to invite everyone to eat and drink, then got up and walked to the back hall.

"Deploying soldiers, living a bad year alone, who the hell, don't even think about it."

He slapped the letter on the table.

(End of this chapter)